Archive for April, 2012
Down home haute couture. That’s my slogan for what I think captures the essence of Adorable Blessings, handmade clothing and gifts for “little blessings.”
Owner, Laurie Reynolds, is the creator of these folksy fashions, each piece constructed in high quality, colorful fabrics. I have no doubt that they are enjoyed by both parents and children alike.
Laurie took some time out to share a little bit about Adorable Blessings. Read the rest of this entry »
“The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.”
“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” Proverbs 16:31
Remember when we were little and we were asked our age? We would usually reply, “I’m 5 ½” or “I’m almost six,” rounding up because being older made us feel important and “big”. Now instead of important and big, it just makes us feel old and we find ourselves hanging onto the current number until the very last second….“No, I’m not thirty-nine! I’m only thirty-eight. I won’t be thirty-nine for another two hours, 7 minutes and 32 seconds.” Read the rest of this entry »
“Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant…”
My aspiration in life is to be transformed into a prude. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be one of those sour faced, crotchety old biddy types who shakes their heads, pooh-poohing everything as immoral…Isn’t that what flashes through your mind when you think of the word, prude? That’s what I used to imagine.
Being labeled a prude is hardly considered a compliment these days, but did you know that the word once meant, virtuous? And prudefemme meant a virtuous (worthy or respectable) woman? But then there were those who thought women could be a little too virtuous (probably some overly amorous males) and the definition was twisted to mean something negative. Read the rest of this entry »
By Leah Nawrocki
I firmly believe that acting is a skill that is learned. A skill that develops as we continue to ignore the raw reality and stuff the pain that life dishes out.
I remember my first real acting job came between the ages of two and six years old when I experienced inappropriate sexual encounters through various neighbors and at least three family members, including my uncle.
Stage one of pretending: Don’t make a big deal out of something that happened so long ago. He probably doesn’t even remember what he did to me. I must be imagining the offense even though I can remember specific times and places. Read the rest of this entry »